Augustus Under the Horseshoe

Legend has it that whether it is a human or a monster, when they stare at a certain existence, his face will always become the appearance that people most hope to see.

This perfect look, called the beauty of one thought, is rare, but not non-existent. Painhurs has at least seen three people with the beauty of one thought: the glittering giant JOJO, the ghoul king San Giles , And the evil demon.

However, it is really puzzling that an artificially carved statue can have the beauty of a dream. It is really puzzling. In Painhurs’s cognition, I am afraid that there is only one in the chaos. That one is powerful.

Chaos and corruption are probably already in the mortal world, quietly spreading.

However, these people are just followers of the Prince of Darkness, and they have already become the eternal gods of Chaos.

Painhurs unreservedly released his ferocious aura. He himself is a monster reshaped by chaotic energy. It is the anchor that forcibly connects the two worlds, pure chaotic energy, just like The tide generally washes all the legends present!

Peturabo remained unmoved and continued to introduce everyone present. Trying to completely destroy Painhurs' psychological defenses and let him directly surrender.

But the faces of Forgrim and the four drow legends quickly became extremely shocked.

"Wearing a purple and gold armor, this is the former leader of the 3rd Cyrenaica Legion, Phoenician Phoenix Forgeum! He used to be the commander-in-chief of the Palestine Theater of the Empire and defeated another Sasanian Persian army. And single-handedly killed a notorious blood axe WARBOSS that had lived for more than 500 years."

"And this drow man with two knives and a black panther around me, he is Egypt, no, the best hunter in the entire empire. Because his name is Cui, he is the third male in the family, and this hooked nose, Known as a mountain eagle, Sanye Cui!"

The four Austrian artillery tubes on the back of Peturabo's hand began to charge, and the blue heat wave even distorted the air, causing the temperature of the entire room to rise suddenly.

Just when the commander thought that this assassination would be a success, the situation changed drastically. The sword that Fogrim unsheathed was taken back by him, and he looked at the white horse in front of him with an unbelievable expression.

The four drow elves were equally stunned, and put away their weapons in awe. The half-demonized blind drow even bowed to Painhurs.

"You are..."

An ominous premonition, like a big cold hand, firmly grasped the heart of the Lord of Steel.

"Sorry, Marshal, the drow will always be loyal to the empire, but the queen has spoken. We can't attack the people in front of us, at least not now."

The elf hidden in the cloak of blades retreated half a step, acting very seriously.

"Damn it, Melika, why..."

The drow male with two swords, like a shadow, retreated with the black panther beside him.

"Warmaster-Hextow has already sent down his decree and ordered me not to do anything this time, otherwise I will be taken back as the champion of the gods."

Phoenician's phoenix expression struggled.

"Or, forget it this time?"

"You...are the ridiculous gods, let you destroy the empire, and you will betray Augustus?! It's ridiculous! The arrow is on the string and you have to send him back to the tribe at this time? Your behavior is all All treason!!!"

Looking at the furious steel lord, the pale horse laughed loudly, what spider **** queen, what Hextow, what Melikay, all they saw were the prince of darkness, and in the hearts of these fanatics, they hoped most. What I saw.

This is not a traitor from us, but a gin from the traitor.

Pain Hess did not hesitate, and directly raised his hand to instantly activate the Dimensional Anchor, so that the arcane chains would also restrain the Lord of Steel, blocking all his escape possibilities.

"Culiman! Daktai! Roderian!"

The warchief roared and died under the cannon of Peturabo, the names of the heads of thousands and thousands.

"Elf, new hatred and old hatred are superimposed, it's time to be a general ledger!"

"boom!!!"

The Lord of Steel fired the cannon without hesitation, and the arcane flames burst out, instantly burning through the wall in front of him, but the azure blue arcane fire did not stop, still charging forward frantically! Destroyed all the houses in a whole street as if they were decayed, with a spread of more than two hundred meters!

The wooden beams fell apart in the flames, curled up into pieces of charcoal, and the stone walls looked like candles, melting and decomposing at high temperatures.

And the mortal of flesh and blood? The muscle skin was instantly burned into wisps of black smoke, and the solid bones were also smeared into a dark face by the embers of flesh and blood.

Several drow civilians sat on the ground frightened by the tragedy in front of them. The beams and pillars cracked, the walls collapsed, and roof tiles fell from the sky like heavy rain, completely burying the entire house.

And the splendid and terrifying blue flames are still dancing on the scorched ruins!

Peturabo's whole person turned into an afterimage, and he flew directly out of the big hole he burned with flames and reached the empty street.

At this time, the warchief, who was manipulating the time and evading the horrific Olympic fire bombing, screamed and ran out immediately.

And at this moment, a terrible wave of magic came from the top of the two people's heads-barely stopping with time, avoiding Painhes who was bombarded by the Austrian fire, and subconsciously looked up. I saw a huge, hideous and ugly fissure, accompanied by a vast arcane torrent, entrenched in the blue sky.

"Sizzle!"

Suddenly, a pair of huge red claws slammed out of the crack, and with a fierce tugging, they tore a door of teleportation directly in the sky!

"Roar!!!"

The bloodthirsty roar that shook the sky and the earth, like thunder and roar, entangled the huge portal on the sky, spilled out wisps of black smoke, obscuring the brilliance of the rising sun, and inside the weird dark cloud, there was a scarlet rain of blood. .

Tens of thousands of pounds of warm blood, like a **** of the Tianhe, roared and fell to the ground of Alexandria. In a flash, it gathered into countless streams of blood on the ground, smearing a crowd of civilians into the color of hell.

The air was filled with a disgusting **** breath, and the fear and coercion exuding death and tyranny was like a heavy sea, weighing on everyone’s heart, slivers of innocent civilians, Even foamed at the mouth and fainted.

And in this heavy rain of blood, a terrifying nightmare creation passed through the portal of the teleportation, bringing death and fear onto the battlefield.

It was a dragon, a **** dragon. Every strong muscle on his body, every hideous fang, was permeated with the unique aesthetics of violence and killing, and his muscles were as strong as a hill, covered in them. Scarlet dragon scales, huge dragon pupils, burning flames of blood soaring to the sky!

Those eyes did not reveal any sage of intelligent life, some were just pure bloodthirsty and violence. On his back, a bald mage in a gray robe arrogantly stared at the reptiles under his feet.

"As evidenced by the contract, I, Peturabo, once again bound by your real name and brought me slaughter! Crazy! Blood and death! Angron!"

"Ha! After killing you, there are unexpected gains!"

When Peturabo summoned the dragon, Painhurs was not idle either. A candle melted into a nine-ring interlocking summoning circle under the lick of the Austrian fire, accompanied by a loud eagle. A Dapeng full of feathers, all burning with azure blue, scarlet, dark green, purple, and four-color magic fire, flapped its wings to cover the sky, and rushed out of the door of the teleportation!

"Magnus! Help me block that guy's magic countermeasures! That bald head is so annoying, my arcane arts will be dissipated by his countermeasures, and even backfired on myself! You only need to help me suppress him for dozens In seconds, I can get rid of this less troublesome ancient dragon first!"

Pain Hess rose from the ground like an arrow from the string, leaped to the back of the Chaos Giant Peng, and ordered the giant beast to flap its wings and rise from the ground!

"understand!"

Magnus roared and restored the horrible original form of the infernal fiend. The twisted and gorgeous blue and purple wings stretched out, and countless living flame demons wrapped around his tall, burly scarlet body, and danced gracefully!

The one-eyed devil lifted his right hand, and an incomparably bright psychic lightning roared and shredded the moist air, and approached Peturabo. The power contained in the psychic lightning was extremely terrifying, and the Lord of Steel couldn't force it. Without turning around, he shot a ball of arcane fireball.

The silver thunderbolt and the red flames collided in mid-air, and they exploded in an instant. The tyrannical shock wave, wrapped in scarlet flames, and the stern thunder snake, shot in all directions, like bright fireworks. In the sky bloomed a blazing cloud of magnificent beauty, and entwined with ferocious lightning.

"Shoo! Shoo!!!"

There were two silver thunderbolts, roaring and tearing the scarlet clouds to pieces, and the Lord of Steel also poured golden arcane thunder against the psychic devil.

One gold, one silver, two thunderbolts collided in the air again, and once again in the midair, bursts of dazzling thunder anger. But their second thunder was missed in the air, whizzing to the Lord of Steel and the Psionic Devil, forcing the two to instantly send an energy shield filled with a hundred and twenty thunder bouquets at the same time. Barely blocking the opponent's fatal blow.

At this moment, Painhurs was already riding the Chaos Peng and rushed in front of the ancient red dragon. Two sixty-foot-long crystal tentacles, as beautiful as frozen ground ice, quietly stretched the shoulders of the white horse. A few years ago, the dialogue with Aetius unconsciously surfaced in the head of the warchief.

"How did you Romans defeat them? Those who tame the dragons? Those guys fly three times as fast as war horses. They have thick skin and high spell resistance. They can even use arcane spells, and the power of dragon's breath is even greater. It’s scary. Do you have any secrets to tame them?"

At that time, Aetius just silently took out an arcane scroll.

"Dragons have a fatal weakness. They are indeed huge and powerful, but their movements are very clumsy and have nothing to do with adjectives such as agility or elegance.

When the empire conquered Britain, in the bitter cold land of the northern country, it plundered the local mages. One of the frost spells handed down from generation to generation was Shock Touch. This spell can take effect as long as it touches the target's body. No matter how thick the armor is, the dragon scales are also useless. The caster only needs to touch the surface of the dragon scales.

Moreover, it ignores spell resistance even more. Once touched, it can infuse the biting chill into the enemy's body. In addition, because of the deadly cold, they can't even move and freeze into a living sculpture covered with hoarfrost. Dragon Nemesis. "

"Roar!!!"

Angron let out a horrified dragon roar. He was just too arrogant and swooped directly at the giant Peng. When he arrived, he unexpectedly discovered that the **** man and horse were being captured by a Roman mage, enslaving his shivering touch? !

Two icy blue crystal tentacles stretched out their bright body in the air. Compared with the huge body of the giant dragon, they are so insignificant, but in the eyes of the ancient red dragon, these two contain the touch of chills. Arcane tendrils are simply deadly poisonous snakes dripping with poison!

PS: Ask for recommendation, ask for reward, ask for monthly pass~ Your support is the greatest encouragement to the author~

————————————————

Rules: DND3R

Chilling Touch (Book of Frostburn)

Necromancer 【Cold】

Level: Priest 3, Warlock 3, Mage 3, Solem Apprentice 3

Spell component: V, S

Casting time: a standard action

Distance: contact

Effect: Creature being touched

Duration: 1 round/level

Exemption check: None

Spell resistance: No

With a successful melee contact, you instantly extract heat from the target's body, making it paralyzed. The shivering creature takes 3d6 points of agility damage.